Author has written 29 stories for Worst Witch, Phantom of the Opera, Sleepy Hollow, Harry Potter, Merlin, Fairy Tales, Commander in Chief, and Rose of Versailles.

Instead of giving you the long and tiring story of how I got into fanfiction (which isn’t different from anybody elses’), I shall give you the opportunity to read one of the finest texts that were ever written upon the noble subject of art:

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is arts aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even true things can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

A teenaged Elphaba overhears a conversation that turns her reality inside-out. As she struggles with issues of sexuality and body image, she learns that her color can't protect her from everything. Dark angsty mixed-verse; no ship. Please read warnings.

Why does Elphaba have scars? Deals with rape, and some violence, but is also centered around some powerful Fiyeraba. *Won second place for Best Original Character, and third place for Best Overall Story in the FanFic Awards. Read and review.

But the Judge persisted in his mind, a venomous mix of memory and hate. The hate surged of a sudden. For a moment the barber wondered if it would be easier, perhaps of more value to the world, to slit his own throat. Almost Lovett/Todd

Really, her situation was absurd. And most unfair. Wasn’t having Elphaba – green, antisocial, unpopular, moodified Elphaba- as a roommate enough? Was it really necessary to make her have a crush on the green girl, too? Gelphie

Crossover with Hallmark Entertainment's Merlin. Jareth seizes Mordred and Arthur forcing old enemies Mab, Merlin and Frik to join forces to save them. Better than it sounds I hope, I stink at summaries.

She's hit a nerve, she can tell. His right hand is millimetres from his wand, stiff as a board, but she's beyond caring. This has to be said had to be said all year now that she thinks on it . Written for last year's Dysfuncentine at LJ.

Sometimes, Girodelle likes to dream. She’s always reading, in his dream. She once said she liked the Aeneid, and he likes to picture her holding the well-worn copy his father gave him when he was a boy.